It hurts when you love someone.
It is the biggest cliché!
It’s the universal law,
Which leaves nothing much to say.
So, if he does not want you
There is the tragic stay:
Where you stand, helpless,
As he staunchly walks away.
Tag: Loss
The 4th
If chemo worked,
Where would faith go?
Pain would end.
Cancers wouldn’t grow.
Love might work
To cast hope even now,
Shining like a diadem
On a mortal brow.
Death keeps both
Faith and love in check,
With a noose
Around the neck.
Time to stop
Fighting the good fight;
And gracefully,
Walk into night.
Flight Of No Return
I’m sick and tired of feeling sad,
Find random meds that can be had
To get rid of this sordid pain,
To end feeling it like this again.
Maybe cut veins and watch them bleed,
Though would one pain make the other recede?
Why does a face still hold power in me:
Undying love abating futility?
I’ve no need to look on life and smile
It long since had ceased to beguile.
It’s not even passion that boasts a loss –
It’s intimacy, hanging from some cross.
After an age-old, bitter longing for it,
To have it shredded bit by bit.
Shame and embarrassment soon follow
And form such bitter cum to swallow.
It makes me sick.
And covid is scary!
Being more alone makes me more than wary!
I have nothing left, not even my pride;
It seems to have gone for a long ride:
A flight, into another galaxy of stars,
With all of love, hope and their bars.
Fresh out of relationships, I burn;
And no longer wait for their return.
Hearts Still Care 
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